Thunderbirds and The Tracy Family are the creation of Sylvia and Gerry Anderson

Chapter 64

Unfortunately for Gordon he recognised that dark and menacing voice immediately; the suddenness of hearing it above and behind him causing his heart to almost stop. In startled alarm he rolled away from the voice and promptly rolled right off the bed to land in an unceremonious heap on the floor, minus one towel. He instinctively started to scramble backwards, using only one hand as his other was somehow occupied in covering a certain part of his anatomy to maintain a certain amount of dignity. His menacing threat, in the form of his eldest brother, now advanced on him, having walked around the bed.

Gordon quickly got to his feet and began backing away towards the door, putting his free hand out in a submissive and apologetic gesture. "Now hold on there, Scott…old buddy," he laughed nervously. "It…it's not what you think…..you can take a joke….right!"

"Seems not…..since I ain't got a sense of humour……old buddy," Scott retorted with chilling coldness.

"Hey….Scotty my man…..you're one of the funniest guys I know," Gordon responded, giving his brother a simpering grin and trying to appease him with desperate platitudes.

"For one thing I am not…your man……and we seem to have changed our tune, huh," Scott continued, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at his brother, not knowing how to take that last sentiment. Becoming distracted for a moment his eyes fell on something on the nearby bench and in the next instant they lit with a wickedly mischievous gleam. "Well….since you like to change your tune maybe we can help you sing a different one," he added in a cold calmness. Walking over to the bench he picked up the can and holding it up appeared to examine it.

Gordon gulped nervously, looking around for his clothes and wondering if he should grab them first or just make a hasty exit as he was and get the hell outta there. On reflection he would definitely have chosen the latter option had he known what was about to befall him.

"This is cold…..right Jen!" he asked, turning to her and showing her the can.

Jenna had been trying hard to refrain from laughing at the amusing spectacle that was fast developing in front of her eyes. Not that Gordon's body was anything to laugh at by any means, indeed, he had a good athletic build, firm and smooth, completely devoid of any body hair, unlike his older brothers. Having been a competition swimmer he had decided to remain that way. "Em…well….eh…yeah……it's just a Freeze Spray……for sprains….muscular pain…..numbs the area," she informed him, flustering at his sudden desire to know.

Scott looked at the can as though in admiration and wonderment before pressing the aerosol button on top. A brief hiss and a fine spray of mist burst from the can with the compressed air. Scott turned and fixed his naked brother with a wide-eyed chilling smile.

Well it didn't take a genius to work out what was on Scott's mind and Gordon fast came to that conclusion too. "Aww no! Aww hell no, Scott! Don't even think about it," he exclaimed, holding his hands tightly in front of him and having the greatest urge to cross his legs. "Look buddy…..I…I can see you're a little upset…so why don't I….eh…just get my clothes and get outta here…..leave you two to….eh….," he began to babble but stopped before he started digging another hole for himself when he observed Scott's facial muscles begin to twitch.

"Me! Upset! And just why would I be upset, Gordy? After all…I didn't just hear my little brother trying to get fresh with my girl when he thought I was asleep….did I!" his brother spoke menacingly as he began once more to advance on him. And once Scott was in range he jabbed his finger down hard on the button, sending the mist hurtling in his aquanaut brother's direction.

Gordon's eyes went wide as the extreme cold hit him full on his bare chest. It took seconds to register then he let out a yelp and instinctively lifted his hands to clutch at his chest, rubbing at it as though it would reduce the cold and leaving himself rather exposed in the process. Jenna winced as the spray hit him but wasn't in the least embarrassed when he lifted his hands for in her capacity as a nurse there wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, having long since passed the stage of being shocked.

"And since you seem to be all….hot and bothered……let me help cool things down a little for ya….little buddy," Scott continued in his menacing. "Cus…little buddy's….all your gonna be by the time I've finished with you." Without hesitation he lowered the can, took aim and fired. His aim was good, very good for Scott was an excellent marksman, his confinement not having dulled his directional skills in the least.

Gordon's eyes went even wider, in fact, his eyes almost popped out of his head as the cold numbing mist hit its target, drawing the breath from him and rendering him speechless. A few seconds later a strangled whimper escaped his throat. His hands immediately dropped to cover himself at the same time crossing his legs in an instinctive reaction.

"Live with me in Paradise, huh……I'll feed you oysters, huh…..you can be my girl Friday, huh," Scott repeated, hitting him with two separate blasts this time in the chest as Gordon began to back again to the door. Gordon squeaked, drawing his hands up to cover both sides of his chest. Poor Gordon, he just looked so comical Jenna had to put her hand across her mouth to refrain from the laughter that was desperate to burst out.

"Come to think of it…..you can be my every other day of the week too, huh," Scott continued, now on a roll, repeating Gordon's words as he again lowered the can and let fly with an icy blast. Gordon let out another strangulated whimper and began blowing breaths in an effort to focus his way through the numbing cold, clasping his hands tightly to himself and beginning to do a little dance.

At that moment Tin-Tin chose to walk through the door, carrying a supper tray for Scott and Jenna, as Scott had missed out on his evening meal with being asleep. She stopped dead in her tracks and unable to avoid seeing the dancing, tanned and tight apple cheeks of Gordon Tracy's behind she let out a little squeak and her face flushed myriad shades of red. On hearing the sound behind him Gordon reacted without thinking and spun round, grinning weakly in surprise at seeing Tin-Tin. It was one thing to lark about in the pool with scant and well-fitting swimwear but in this state of total undress he suddenly felt rather exposed.

But Scott hadn't finished with Gordon yet. "When ya get tired of the old Rocket Jockey, huh……come and see me….we'll ride the waves together, huh," he gritted out, giving his foolhardy brother an ice cold blast on each cheek.

Gordon let out a yelp and unable to stop the instinctive reaction he put his hands behind his back and clasped his butt. In the same instant Tin-Tin's mouth dropped open, her eyes widened and she promptly dropped the tray, sending it crashing to the floor. "Ohh…Gordon Tracy….you ought to be ashamed of yourself," Tin-Tin retorted indignantly when she at last found her voice.

"Bu…but he….eh…em…..," Gordon began to fluster helplessly, turning and pointing to Scott and then down to his butt before giving her a sheepish grin as he quickly covered himself again with his hands, realising she was getting the full eyeful, with absolutely nothing left to the imagination. With a mock air of indignation, which was more to hide her embarrassment Tin-Tin swept from the room.

Gordon turned reluctantly now to face his brother. If he'd had more hands he would have covered as much of himself as possible, not knowing where Scott was going to strike next. He looked plaintively at Jenna. "Come on Jen….tell him…..I was only funin," he pleaded pathetically.

Jenna raised her hands, palms outwards, in an 'oh no, I'm not getting involved' kind of gesture. "Oh far be it from me Gordon to come between brotherly issues," she replied defensively. "And far be it from me to deny Scott a little bit of fun," she smiled to herself for she imagined Scott took more than his fair share of jokes and bantering at the hands of his younger brothers, if what she had heard was anything to go by.

"Well Gordy….have we cooled down yet!" Scott asked dryly.

"Oh yeah man….I..I'm cool……I'm c..chillin……in fact….I don't think I'll ever feel warm again...come to think of it…..I don't think I'll be feelin anything for a while….I don't think I'll even be able to pee for a week," Gordon replied, looking down at himself and giving a little whimper, causing Jenna to let go a snort of laughter. "What the heck's in that stuff!" he asked in agonised curiosity.

"Yeah……well….," Scott responded, creasing his forehead in a frown as he tried to maintain that 'I hope you've learned your lesson' look while trying his hardest not to succumb to outright laughter, at least not yet. "….and for goodness sake Gordy…..cover yourself up….will ya," he added irritably, suddenly feeling embarrassed for Jenna at his brother's state of undress.

While the comical farce with Tin-Tin was unfolding Virgil was making his way back to the infirmary just to see if he needed anything more applied to his injured right shoulder after his soaking, dressed only in a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. Coming down the hallway he heard a high pitched yelp, a crashing sound as though something hit the floor, followed by Tin-Tin making a hasty exit from the infirmary and sweeping past him in a highly flushed state. He groaned. Now just why did he know Scott was awake and Gordon had been playing silly beggars, unheeding of his advice, although he couldn't even begin to imagine the pandemonium that had just broken out or, indeed, the pantomime that was about to ensue.

He was met by a barely able to contain herself Jenna, a non too pleased eldest brother, supper strewn over the floor along with the tray and a sight that made him raise his eyebrows in unexpected surprise, that of one very butt naked younger brother. The obvious thing to ask was how things had gotten to the scene he was now witnessing but, somehow, he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.

Unfortunately Virgil had chosen to enter this farce at just the wrong time. With Scott having just suggested that Gordon cover up, Gordon was frantically looking around for something to use when Virgil came through the door. On turning to see his brother Gordon's eyes lit with a mischievous glint as he spied his salvation; one nice white fluffy towel. It didn't seem to matter to Gordon that this nice white fluffy towel already had an occupant and that this occupant might object.

With one deft move he reached out his hand, grasped said fluffy towel and yanked it from its unsuspecting owner, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless. "Sorry Virg….but my need is greater than yours," Gordon grinned. Clasping the towel to his front he turned to his audience. "Gee….it's been a pleasure and all that…..but time I was outta here," he quipped, wincing and blowing his breath with the still numbing effects. "And thanks for the massage, Jen…..maybe next time you'll put Rocket Jockey out a bit longer," he added cheekily with a wink, at the same time as heading for the door as quickly as possible.

"Not at all Gordon…..my….pleasure," Jenna called back through her laughter.

"Why you little……," Scott retorted. Narrowing his eyes at his brother's sheer audacity he aimed the can for another burst but Gordon had already fled the scene of his crime. I would like to say Gordon ran from the infirmary but it was more like little mincing steps, as though he were walking on hot coals. "…..you get back in here and I'll freeze you permanently…..you'll not be able to pee for a month," Scott shouted after him, causing Jenna to choke now on her laughter as she covered her mouth with her hand.

Once Gordon was gone it was inevitable that the attention should now fall on Virgil, who had become an unwilling participant in this little comedy of errors and due to the suddenness and speed at which everything happened he found himself rooted to the spot. Scott swung round and after looking his brother up and down in a decidedly disapproving fashion made the same suggestion. "For goodness sake, Virg...cover up will ya."

It was enough to snap Virgil out of his stupor. He didn't like the way his brother was wielding that can like his weapon of choice and whatever was in it, if it made Gordon yelp and mince his way out of the room, he sure didn't want to find out and succumb to the same fate, not if that last threat was anything to go by.

"Huh…..oh…yeah……sure," he babbled. Looking down at himself he suddenly became aware he was completely starkers and that Jenna now knew everything there was to know about him. He laughed nervously in her direction, feeling himself flush with embarrassment when her response was not to turn away but to raise her eyebrows and smile. He frantically looked around and sighed with relief when he spied his own salvation. Quickly bending to the floor Virgil grabbed the supper tray and deftly held it protectively in front of him like a shield, straightening again to his feet.

"Three brother's down….two to go," Jenna smiled amusingly to herself. "Now…just why is there never a camera around when you need one," she commented cheekily. "Virgil….was there something else you wanted to see me about?" she asked, realising he must have come back for a reason as she went to walk towards him.

"Huh," was Virgil's only reply, his mind having gone completely blank and his glance towards a stoney-faced Scott making him feel very nervous indeed.

"Was there something you wanted…..is it your shoulder?" Jenna asked again as if trying to help him to remember. Jenna took another step towards him but Virgil began to back away from her as though she had some highly infectious disease, checking all the time to see where the door was.

"Something," he repeated dumbly. "No…..no……eh…nothing……everything's fine……shoulder's great," he replied with a half laugh, though winced when he tried to rotate it, foolishly trying to prove the point. "I….I'll just be going then," he added backing his way out of the door, much to Jenna's continued amusement. Once outside he turned and headed sharply off down the corridor, intent on finding the cause of his humiliation. "GORDON!"

Now that the pantomime was over Jenna fixed a steely gaze on her mischievous patient who returned an innocent, wide-eyed stare.

"Had fun…did we…Mr Tracy!" she commented with a wry smile.

"Yep….sure did," he answered quite unashamedly, his mouth twitching as though wanting to pull into a smile.

"And…do you mind telling me what the rest of that was all about….Mr Tracy?" Jenna asked, fixing him with a questioning gaze.

"Dunno what you mean," Scott replied with the look of an innocent little boy who is definitely guilty of something and nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

"Ohh…I think you do," she responded wryly, having crossed to where he was and drawing her finger seductively down his cheek. "All that business about getting covered up….what was that all about?" she asked with curiosity.

Scott slipped his arm around her waist and drew her in close until he felt her warm body against his. Instinctively she entwined her arms around his neck and he lowered his head to touch her forehead. "Guess it's just…..well…you're the woman I love…..and….," he began, searching for the right way to explain himself. He pulled back, frowning heavily. "Well damn it, Jen…..they're my brothers….they were naked...you shouldn't have to see them naked….. and I guess…..I guess I want to be the only one you see naked," he added, ending up sounding like a little boy who wants all his toys to himself.

Jenna bit her bottom lip as she smiled at his touchingly sweet reply, feeling that warm glow that comes from knowing you are loved and protected. She stroked his face in a loving gesture. "Oh Scott…that's such a sweet thing to say…..and I assure you….you're the only one I want to see naked." "Try and look at it this way…..you know I'm a nurse….there's nothing I haven't seen before…..try and think of it as just being….job naked….yeah…job naked," she said lightly, feeling pleased with herself at the suitable description. "And what you and I will have is….fun naked…..definitely fun naked," she added with a decided gleam in her eye.

"Yeah….I like that……fun naked," Scott repeated. Bending he began softly kissing her face, moving around to her neck.

"I…thought….you….might," she breathed, a soft moan emitting from her throat, probably due to the fact he was now nuzzling and nibbling her ear, wickedly stimulating her senses.

"Wanna get a little fun naked right now…Nurse Rollins," Scott teased, whispering in her ear and continuing to kiss down into the softness of her neck.

"You know there's….nothing I would….like better….than to get….fun naked with you….Mr Tracy…but we can't….not yet," she sighed as he still continued to kiss her. "For one thing….someone is sure to…walk in….and for another….if you were…to work yourself up….into a highly….," Jenna moaned lightly when he went back to caressing her ear with his lips.

"Hmmm," he groaned deep in his throat against her.

"Sensual," she breathed, rapidly getting lost in his touch, so much so, that she found herself saying what she thought of how he was making her feel.

"Hmmm," he responded, vaguely aware of what she was saying.

"Incredibly hot," she sighed before realising she was going to have to focus on what she really wanted to say. "Work yourself into….a highly amorous…..and passion driven state…….your heart rate would be….greatly elevated……. Just like mine is now. ……..your blood pressure could rise…..dangerously high…could burst a vessel…..you could literally….Mr Tracy….die one very happy man. Now you have to…ask yourself….do I wanna be happy….just once…..or be happy…..a lot of times," she finally managed to say.

"I'm one very happy man right now, Jen," he breathed softly against her ear before sighing and breaking away. "But I definitely wanna be…that happy…a lot more than once," Scott confessed, giving her the faint smile of someone who knows that what she was saying was true.

"And so do I….most definitely," she said, returning his smile as she caressed his face.

"We can settle for this, though….can't we." he responded quietly by stabbing kisses at her mouth.

"Yeah we can…..definitely…..settle…..for that," she smiled, responding to his kisses.

They settled into a deep, warm and very satisfying kiss, completely unaware that Jeff Tracy had just entered and on seeing his son was otherwise occupied had decided on a discreet, strategic withdrawal, shaking his head as parents do when they wonder if they'll ever fully understand their kids.

Jeff Tracy had just left the lounge to go down to the infirmary to see if his eldest son was now awake when a very flushed looking Tin-Tin had raced by him in the hallway. He raised his eyebrows in questioning fashion and proceeded on down the hall. His eyebrows raised considerably more when his butt naked aquanaut son, clutching a white towel almost ran into him coming round the corner before disappearing into his room before Jeff ever got the chance to open his mouth to ask what the hell was going on. Imagine his surprise then after waiting for the elevator, which he observed was on its way up, when it opened and another butt naked son holding a strategically placed supper tray exited, grinning sheepishly and greeting him with a 'Hi Dad' as though it should be the most natural thing in the world to walk around the house like that before casually walking on down the hallway. Having been rendered speechless by the sight and thinking of his earlier encounter he automatically stepped into the elevator thinking 'I didn't just see what I thought I saw…did I!' As the doors hissed closed he spun and jammed the doors back open with his hand, taking another good look to reassure himself he wasn't imagining things and saw again his definitely butt naked second son walking down the hall before disappearing round the corner.

The last he knew was that his sons were on their way to the infirmary to get their aches and pains seen too, he reflected as the elevator made its way to the lower level. As though receiving a sudden revelation he nodded knowingly and sighed, "Now why do I get the feeling this has Gordon's stamp all over it." Well, perhaps, he would get some sense out of Jenna and find out why two of his sons had left the infirmary in a state of complete undress and, of course, there was Tin-Tin who had rushed past him in a highly flushed state. He groaned as he realised there could be only one explanation.

Another unexpected sight met his eyes now as he entered, that of his very much wide-awake son locked in a rather hot kiss with his nurse, so much so, they weren't even aware of his presence. Realising he wasn't going to get any answers right at this moment he shook his head and decided on a discreet withdrawal, though something told him this was all to do with Gordon and Scott being awake.

Before long they found their kiss lightening, their mouths pulling and bodies reacting to the outbreak of spontaneous laughter. Soon they were in the throws of almost uncontrollable laughing. "Oh poor Gordon," Jenna said sympathetically in a brief lull in her laughter. "……and did you see……when he….when he…….," she tried to say, having started up again and wiping tears from her eyes as she thought again of the comical scene. "…..when he yanked that towel…..off Virgil….."

"……and he covered himself……with the supper tray……I don't think I've…..I've ever seen him…..so…so dumbstruck before," Scott added, collapsing together in hysterical laughter.

From farther down the hall Jeff stopped, listening to what he was sure was bellyaching laughter coming from the room he had just left. So contagious was it and musing on the sights he had witnessed he couldn't help but chuckle himself, glad to hear his eldest enjoy a good hearty laugh, the first he had heard him in a long time. Now he was certain he was on the right track of thinking and knowing Gordon as he did he was also sure he deserved whatever fate was meted out to him, though just how Virgil figured in all this and ended up the way he did! He was also sure Gordon had a hand in that as well.

Next morning saw Virgil and Gordon hard at work in the gym with Virgil giving his brother the odd reminder that there would be payback time to which the younger man didn't exactly look worried. "Gee…I tell ya Virg…..that stuff was cold……took forever for the numb to wear off," Gordon told him, shivering involuntarily as he remembered all too well the moment of contact.

"Serves you right…..I did warn you didn't I," Virgil reminded him, having got all the details from his brother as to exactly what went down before he arrived on the scene.

At that moment the door opened. "Oh oh….a chill wind just blew in….wonder what mood he's in this morning," Gordon whispered to his brother as he stood beside the piece of equipment that Virgil was on and referring to the fact that Scott had just come through the door with Jenna. "Think he's gonna remember about the rescue….think he's gonna start askin questions," Gordon mused.

"Dunno….just whatever you do…don't bring the subject up…got it," Virgil whispered back through clenched teeth.

"Are ya kiddin me…..do I look like I've got a death wish!" Gordon exclaimed to which Virgil just looked at him rather pointedly. Gordon grinned sheepishly. "Ok…forget I said that." As Scott approached a workout bench he fixed his joker brother with a cool, calm stare, keeping his urge to laugh again under surprising control. "Hey Scotty…..my ma….," Gordon began light-heartedly but tailed off when he thought he saw the corner of Scott's eye twitch. "Get a…good sleep! How ya doin this mornin……how's things hangin with ya!" he went on, trying to be bright and breezy. Virgil groaned and rolled his eyes.

"More to the point….how's things hangin with you this morning…Gordy!" Scott asked, fixing his brother with a super cool stare to which Jenna immediately put her fingers to her mouth and turned to look away in an effort to suppress a laugh. She couldn't help but notice, too, poor Virgil's reaction when she had looked in his direction. Giving her an embarrassed smile he put his head down to concentrate on his bar pulls.

"Oh….ya know," Gordon laughed nervously. His eldest brother had the uncanny knack and chilling talent of making a seemingly innocent question sound more like a menacing threat.

"So fellas…..how did the rescue go?" Scott asked, looking now from one to the other, expectant of an answer.

If you listened carefully you would have heard the two brothers groan. Gordon looked to Virgil, shrugging his shoulders in a helpless gesture as if to say, 'I didn't say a thing'.

"Well…hey….yeah….it went…..great," Virgil replied, stumbling out his words.

"Oh yeah…..really peachy……great," Gordon agreed with a simpering smile.

Scott narrowed his eyes as he considered his two brothers with a great deal of suspicion for since when had he ever been given such scant details when asking about a rescue, come to think of it, he hadn't been given any details at all, only 'great and peachy great!' "That's it! So…..what aren't you telling me fellas?" he responded in a tone that made it sound more like a demand as he eyed them warily.

Virgil should have known better than to have been illusive with his information and remedied it quickly by filling his brother in on the more technical aspects of the rescue, Gordon, too, joining in with his part. Scott nodded, appreciating the difficulties they encountered and when they informed him of Alan's initiative in stabilizing the Pod with Thunderbird One's Sustainer Rocket he nodded in admiration. Of course, news of his later little stunt somehow seemed to have got misled in the retelling of the tale.

"He did, huh!" Scott remarked, pleasantly surprised at his youngest brother's quick thinking action and knowing he would have tried the same thing himself. "The kid did good then, huh," he added, using the affectionate term they sometimes called Alan by.

Gordon shot Virgil a look that said, 'If only he knew', a look that had escaped Scott's notice. "Yeah…the kid did good," Virgil repeated half-heartedly with all the enthusiasm of one who knows that wasn't quite the end of the story.

"Oh yeah….the kid did good," Gordon repeated parrot fashion in the same half-hearted manner, causing Scott, again, to look from one to the other and wondering why he was getting that strange feeling that something just wasn't quite right.

Virgil and Gordon immediately got back into their work-out routines, breathing a sigh of relief that all seemed to have gone well and things may well indeed have been left at that had Scott not decided on a sudden and very unexpected suggestion.

Stopping his leg raises and wiping his face he turned to Jenna. "Hey Jen…..I've been thinkin….now that I'm a bit more mobile….and I think I can handle it….well….you haven't seen One close up yet, have you…and I would really like to show her to you…..we could go this afternoon," he said, giving her a warm smile and feeling a lot more confident in his attitude towards seeing his ship again.

It was like the world had suddenly stood still, frozen in time, just like their faces with their mouths hanging open had now frozen in horror, those words echoing around their heads. 'Scott wanted to take Jenna to see Thunderbird One'. Thunderbird One who still bore the scars of her last ordeal, a ten meter gash in her underbelly and a tail fin buckled, both of which would be kinda hard to disguise, both of which were definitely noticeable, even from the high gantry access from the lounge and even more so from the hangar floor.

Both Virgil and Gordon looked aghast at each other and without thinking twice and both in perfect unison they uttered a loud and resounding "NO!" Scott immediately flashed his brothers a look. "You….you don't wanna take Jen….and do all that….boring techy stuff….," Virgil babbled, having now to provide a reason for their sudden outburst.

"I don't!" Scott responded dryly, eyeing his brothers suspiciously.

"Naw…..besides…Jen you don't wanna go see One…..do ya?…….they're just planes….that's all….nothin special," Gordon jumped in, giving her a very direct look as if to say, 'Please agree with me'. Jenna, also couldn't help the feeling there was more going on here than met the eye.

"Actually….I would love to see her," Jenna confessed, as she looked first to Gordon, her face reflecting her puzzlement before turning to Scott with a warm smile. This had been the first real enthusiastic interest Scott had taken in his craft and she was more than touched that he was willing to share that first experience of seeing One again with her.

"All right guys…..what aren't you tellin me…..I want the truth……and I want it…like right now," Scott insisted, with more than a hint of menace in his voice, knowing now his suspicions had proved correct.

Virgil sighed heavily as though knowing it were too good to be true. Gordon paled and gulped. "Well Virg….I guess age has its privileges…..like you get to tell him," Gordon grinned weakly, shrugging his shoulders.

Virgil shot him a frosty look. "Gee…thanks for that Gordy," he retorted with heavy sarcasm.

Scott, by now, was getting exasperated. "I don't care who the hell tells me…..just tell me," he responded angrily. Jenna could tell this was far from being a light-hearted matter, her face now full of worried concern.

Virgil took a deep breath. There was nothing for it now but to tell Scott everything that happened and there was no nice way of putting it either. The more Scott listened, the more pronounced his facial twitch became, until!

"HE DID WHAT!" Scott thundered.